Dont know what the Lord got in mind for me, only the time gonna tell.

Don't wanna crash and sit inside a cell, and send MLove my love every week in the mail.

They tell me, "Provide." Said I don't gotta slide, just make sure you can always put in for the bails.

But I'm doin' both, knowin' I really shouldn't, 'cause this shit gone end with me dead or in jail.

WTMD, I'm ready to lose it.

They speak on my dead, fuck the spot, I will lose it.

'Cause I'm gettin' tired of **** tryna loot it.

'Boutta say fuck music, suit up and go do it.

I don't need a squad, I'm better off alone.

2:00 AM awake, listening to my songs.

Momma scared for me, I'm thinkin' 'bout my wrongs.

DND on, no, I'm not answerin' calls.

SOGS, that's somethin' I adapted to. (Shoot Or Get Shot)

When you in your lowest, they laugh at you.

Jumped off the porch, hadda cop my own pole,

'cause you'll never know who got intentions to clap at you.

Everybody actin' what they not.

Better watch your mans, your closest could baffle you.

EBE if you the next upcomin' star,

better make sure your **** would clap for you.

'Cause this street shit just gone get harder,

and every situation make you smarter.

Gotta get out the street shit

and make sure I'm set for when I think it's time for a daughter.

Everyone laughed when I first started showin' my talents.

Now they my number one supporters.

Gotta prevail for all of the tears

and times my pockets was filled up with quarters.

Dont know what the Lord got in mind for me, only the time gonna tell.

Don't wanna crash and sit inside a cell, and send MLove my love every week in the mail.

They tell me, "Provide." Said I don't gotta slide, just make sure you can always put in for the bails.

But I'm doin' both, knowin' I really shouldn't, 'cause this shit gone end with me dead or in jail.

WTMD, I'm ready to lose it.

They speak on my dead, fuck the spot, I will lose it.

'Cause I'm gettin' tired of **** tryna loot it.

'Boutta say fuck music, suit up and go do it.

I don't need a squad, I'm better off alone.

2:00 AM awake, listening to my songs.

Momma scared for me, I'm thinkin' 'bout my wrongs.

DND on, no, I'm not answerin' calls.

Dont know what the Lord got in mind for me, only the time gonna tell.

Don't wanna crash and sit inside a cell, and send MLove my love every week in the mail.

They tell me, "Provide." Said I don't gotta slide, just make sure you can always put in for the bails.

But I'm doin' both, knowin' I really shouldn't, 'cause this shit gone end with me dead or in jail.